welcome to my nightmare...
Econ midterms at 7:30 in the morning are a special kind torture... they must be interested in testing not only our economics knowledge but our ability and willingness to inflict pain on ourselves, bend ourselves over backwards at a simple command and also think intelligently at an ungodly hour of the morning as if this will be an accurate predictor of how we will succeed in life ... and maybe it is.
Yesterday ... sleep-deprived, over-worked, an on my way to meet people for yet more studying, I heard a woman on the subway muttering about how we dropped the bomb and they're trying to kill us slowly with our ... cell phones ... and I thought, good god! How come no-one's told us, and she in her paranoid semi-coherent ramblings has uncovered this gem of truth!? They're trying to kill us ... with our cell phones ...
And I was overcome with the urge to join her in spreading the gospel, to let the world know, to write it on the bathroom walls, they're trying to kill us with our ... cell phones... and standardized tests aren't really standardized, they're just someone's idea of what they think a good idea should look like and so we gave them to our kindergartners who pee themselves in fear and stare at the bubble-tests while their teachers watch helpless unable to ... do anything ... even as they die from using their ... cell phones ...
But instead i summarized an article about education for democratic citizenship in Latin America as if we'd achieved it here, as if we'd achieved education at all in this country, as if the children whom you want to read the newspaper more have learned to read at all, as if the reason that people have lost faith in democracy is that we're just not teaching it to them early enough and if we do then they'll become ... good citizens ...
And I emailed this to my classmates, and the email body said:
'it's propaganda, all of it! but i've summarized it anyway. (oh god, i need to sleep). good luck on the exam'
as if when i sleep... the nightmare will stop...
Yesterday ... sleep-deprived, over-worked, an on my way to meet people for yet more studying, I heard a woman on the subway muttering about how we dropped the bomb and they're trying to kill us slowly with our ... cell phones ... and I thought, good god! How come no-one's told us, and she in her paranoid semi-coherent ramblings has uncovered this gem of truth!? They're trying to kill us ... with our cell phones ...
And I was overcome with the urge to join her in spreading the gospel, to let the world know, to write it on the bathroom walls, they're trying to kill us with our ... cell phones... and standardized tests aren't really standardized, they're just someone's idea of what they think a good idea should look like and so we gave them to our kindergartners who pee themselves in fear and stare at the bubble-tests while their teachers watch helpless unable to ... do anything ... even as they die from using their ... cell phones ...
But instead i summarized an article about education for democratic citizenship in Latin America as if we'd achieved it here, as if we'd achieved education at all in this country, as if the children whom you want to read the newspaper more have learned to read at all, as if the reason that people have lost faith in democracy is that we're just not teaching it to them early enough and if we do then they'll become ... good citizens ...
And I emailed this to my classmates, and the email body said:
'it's propaganda, all of it! but i've summarized it anyway. (oh god, i need to sleep). good luck on the exam'
as if when i sleep... the nightmare will stop...